Is it my turn now?

Goober puts his paws on my leg, thrusts his eager face at mine, and says, "Is it my turn now? You've been playing with the computer for like 89 hours already and you haven't petted me once. Meg won't play with me and I'm so bored! Can we go to Dairy Queen? I'm in the mood for an Oreo Cheesecake Blizzard. C'mon, let's go!"